As snow blows
and we huddle in our
hoods and scarves
trees drop their leaves
and abandon last years fashion,
scattering skirts and underwear
to display their nakedness
like children on a beach.
Today the early morning sun
caught their dark bark
and lit it bright with orange
as they stretched their arms
to the sky
and basked in the sunlight
letting the glow bronze their skin.
Winter is an intimate
time of year
for trees.
©Jane Upchurch
www.janeupchurch.co.uk
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